Grey belongs to me.

Here yet there, dead yet alive.
"I'm still here."
So watch me.

Standing on broken legs;
Fighting with invisible guns;
How different are we from the rest?
I say I and you say me;
Till the end;
We're still going on about ourselves.
We expect peace with cannon and guns on hand;
The more dead, the better;
The more the merrier, they said.

Look at that sky;
Singing it's tale;
Millions;
All wishing under that same sky;
Pinning their hopes and dreams in it's endlessness;
Sharing their burden;
The sky is being weighed down.

First step to the world,
Is yourself.
First key to the world,
Is yourself.
First obsticle to everything,
Is still yourself.
Over come yourself,
Before you try to face the world,
And society.

Loving all that's forbidden;
Why has it always been?
The more it's out of reach;
The better.
Further;
The more pain caused.
Yet at the same time;
Going with it despite all the odds.
"When will I ever learn?"